𝓐𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 (Jenna Ortega x fem reader)

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There were no paparazzi anywhere near the building, which I was thankful about, but at the same time, there could be some hiding in bushes or something, so Jenna and I made sure to get something to hide in before going out of the car. We both changed in the car, which was pretty uncomfortable since I would hit my head on the roof many times while Jenna continued laughing her ass off at me.

Once we finally got changed into a hoodie, some sweatpants, and sunglasses, the driver parked at the front of the building while the driver behind us, carrying my parents, stopped as well. We all got out and made our way into the building. The elevator ride was awkward until my mother finally spoke up while I was still half asleep. She looked at both of us in curiosity since my head was on Jenna's shoulder,

"so... when did you two meet?" she said, looking between the two of us with a sly smirk, and I rolled my eyes,

"oh, we met maybe a month or so ago," Jenna spoke up, giving both of them a small smile.

"How did both of y'all meet?"

"at a restaurant, the producers wanted everyone to get to know each other before working on set. We both became friends really fast, and we talked about both our works; it turns out y/n is a big fan."

"your biggest fan," I said sarcastically, and she chuckled.

"you both seem close; y/n don't tell me this is another Lydia situation." my dad gave me a worried look, and my eyes widened, already knowing where this was going.

"who's Lydia?" Jenna asked,

"oh, lydia? she was this girl that y/n liked-"

"dad."

"Oh, right, sorry," he said, and it went back to the awkward silence it once was. When we finally got to my floor, my parents went to look around the penthouse leaving me and Jenna alone together.

"so, how long will they be staying here? Not that I don't like them, I'm just curious!" she said nervously. I could obviously tell she wanted to ask about Lydia but, at the same time, didn't want to budge into something that wasn't hers to know. I gave her a soft, reassuring smile, and we both sat on the couch,

"Well, I think that they will be here for maybe a day or so, and then they will probably get a place."

She nodded, and we sat in comfortable silence as I put my head back on her shoulder. Right when sleep was going to engulf me again, my parents came out of nowhere, assholes.

"Are you both tired? We can talk in the morning over breakfast." my father said, and I nodded.

"Alright, well, goodnight to the both of you," my mom started walking over to me and kissing my cheek before looking at the both of us,

"don't make too much noise," she said, and Jenna looked like she had just seen a fucking ghost while my dad started laughing hysterically.

"what the fuck-" I started, but my mother was already walking into my room,

"goodnight!" she yelled before pulling my father in and closing the door. And I looked at Jenna while she still had that look on her face like her soul had left her body,

"how did she know?" Jenna said, looking at me,

"at this point, I don't even know."
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Both jenna and I stayed up talking about random things till about 11. right now, Jenna and I were cuddling, thankfully, I remembered that the couch could turn into a bed, and though it was uncomfortable, it was better than just sleeping on a sofa. Her arms wrapped tightly around me while her breath fanned my neck. It may have looked like she was asleep, but we were still quietly talking to each other.

"so... who's Lydia? I mean, you don't need to tell me, but I was just curious," she said, her voice muffled.

"um, well, she was my previous girlfriend."

"Oh, what happened?" I stayed quiet for a bit, trying to figure out if I should really tell her or not,

"Well, I was in high school, I wanted to have the regular teenage life instead of going to some preppy school with those people that always thought they were higher than everyone, so I begged my parents to let me go to a regular high school, and they let me," I said, thinking about Lydia and what precisely happened between us,

"Lydia was the first one who wanted to be my friend. I mean, loads of people wanted to, but beck was the first 'actual' friend I had that really cared about me and not my fame." Jenna nodded, listening intently,

"But?" she said, already knowing where this was going, and I chuckled a bit,

"Well, we got closer as my high school years continued, and eventually, we started to date. The first few months were perfect, but as more of the months passed, she started acting distant from me and cold. Honestly, I thought I had done something wrong, but some of the people at my school continually told me that she was cheating. I really didn't want to believe it, but it got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore and confronted her. she literally told me everything and how all that shit was true and that she only wanted to date me so she could get famous and shit, I really should've saw that coming." I said, laughing to myself, looking back at how idiotic I was at the time while Jenna just stared at me with a look I couldn't even interpret,

"What?" I said nervously,

"so what is she doing now?"

"uh, I'm not sure. I think modeling, maybe," I said, shrugging my shoulders; I honestly don't even care what she's doing anymore. Jenna took out her phone, searched for her name,

"last name?"

"stalker much?" I said, and she rolled her eyes, jokingly hitting my side,

"Just tell me, asshole."

"uh, maachi? I don't know."

She typed the name, and multiple searches came up. As she scrolled down, looking at the description,

"American supermodel, model of the year, and featured in the international vogue magazines 31 times, that's absolutely unbelievable," she muttered to herself. She scrolled farther and saw one of the top stories,

(rl ig: lydiamch, follow her!!)

"what's she doing in new york?" Jenna asked, still looking at the screen.

"I'm not sure, probably nothing good."